Sunday, December 20, 2009

Been a long time since my last post. Still recovering from finals and GRE nightmares. This installment of the Christmas pics is a wonderful snowball fight in Times Square. Those east coasters are at least attempting to make the best of their horrible snowstormy weather.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Though not strictly a "Christmas" image, it still evokes thoughts of chilled Norwegian winters and sleigh rides. This is the Fantoft Stave church in Bergen, Norway. The church was built around the year 1150, and burned down by a Norwegian black metal band in 1992. Thankfully it has been fully restored. An image of the church post-burning was used for the cover of black metal band Burzum's album "Aske" (ashes).

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Trying to find weird and cool Christmas pictures to post (one a day) until the holiday arrives. (I *love* Christmas, and am about to rush out to get my tree in a few moments. Will post pictures of its glory later.)

First up:

Mr. T and first lady Nancy Reagan. A Christmas memory we shall never forget.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Just finished two books this week--Hunter S. Thompson's Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan. I know it sounds like an odd combination, but if you know me you'll see how fitting it is. I'd never read either of these texts, though I've sorely wanted to for some time. Thompson's text made me feel...kind of like I was crazy or delirious. His language is harsh and lovely, and I've certainly found what is to be "my" quote for some time to come:

"A flashing of Knives and Green Water"

and also perhaps (in a different context):

It seems like a lifetime, or at least a Main Era — the kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something. Maybe not, in the long run... but no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time and the world. Whatever it meant...

History is hard to know, because of all the hired bullshit, but even without being sure of 'history' it seems entirely reasonable to think that every now and then the energy of a whole generation comes to a head in a long fine flash, for reasons that nobody really understands at the time — and which never explain, in retrospect, what actually happened

My central memory of that time seems to hang on one or five or maybe forty nights — or very early mornings — when I left the Fillmore half-crazy and, instead of going home, aimed the big 650 Lightning across the Bay Bridge at a hundred miles an hour... booming through the Treasure Island tunnel at the lights of Oakland and Berkeley and Richmond, not quite sure which turnoff to take when I got to the other end... but being absolutely certain that no matter which way I went I would come to a place where people were just as high and wild as I was: no doubt at all about that...

There was madness in any direction, at any hour. If not across the Bay, then up the Golden Gate or down 101 to Los Altos or La Honda... You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning...

And that, I think, was the handle — that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didn't need that. Our energy would simply PREVAIL. There was no point in fighting — on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave...

So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark — that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back.

Thompson's language here is just...beautiful and haunting and incredibly fitting for the text and the context. I encourage everyone to read it. Also, for those of you who accompanied me on my previously-alluded-to Vegas trip--the carousel bar in Circus-Circus is totally the same one from this book/movie. Just thought you should know. I'm sad I didn't know this when I was there, or I'd have a picture.

Peter Pan, on a different note, is completely enchanting. None of the film adaptations I've seen has quite captured the feeling this book gives you when you read it. It's full of the romance and thrill that I almost remember my childhood encapsulating. I can't even quote from it because I feel you should be in your own right place when you sit down to read this for the first time. And you all should. (It's short!)Incidentally, the illustration above is part of a collection of lovely Peter Pan illustrations I've found online. See them here, you won't regret it!

In addition to the papers I should be writing, I've been catching a few films here and there. Two recent ones were Federico Fellini's Amarcord, and Ingmar Bergman's The Virgin Spring. Fellini's film was riotous and hilarious, and made me want to buy vintage hats and romp around the cobblestone streets of Italy. Bergman's was dark, beautifully photographed, and haunting. It also featured one of the brutal rape scenes I have yet seen in a film (apart from Irreversible, which I cannot recommend you view, though it is important.) I enjoyed both of these films, though Bergman's made me want to hurt something at the injustice of it all.

Friday, December 4, 2009

I just realized how completely awesome Ellen DeGeneres and Portia de Rossi are. Seriously. They're beautiful, eloquent and strong advocates for gay rights. Completely awesome people. I saw a clip of Portia's appearance on The View and was blown away by how smart and wonderful she is.

I wish I could find more photos from this upcoming photobook online. It seems really, really cool. Kind of like the Japanese street fashion book "Fruits" for the Congo maybe? Anyway, I'm a total sucker for photobooks. I spend far too much money on glossy covers and ridiculously oversized tomes.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

This art installation by Zeger Reyers started rotating last Friday, and will continue to rotate until February 28th, 2010. It's quite strange and interesting, and I'm still not sure entirely what to make of it. Thoughts?

I've been practicing my hand-embroidering, even though my sewing machine has an embroidery function. I just think it's clever and sweet to have things embroidered by hand. Such a wonderful tradition of old. Anyway, my first few attempts were too...interesting...to post. This one turned out pretty well though. And from the subject I suppose you can tell what I'm reading at the moment. (Or just finished I guess.)

Possibly one of the cooler photoshoots I've seen. This is from Empire magazine's 20th anniversary issue--they had film stars photographed in creative recreations of their (arguably) most famous roles. I can't find all of the photos, but you can see the ones I've found after the jump.